Quotes About Depth

Never mind the three dimensions All is flat, and you not there.

I don't know what it is like to not have deep emotions. Even when i feel nothing, I feel it completely.

They have too many colors, too much life. They are not quiet, quiet, like the little emptinesses I carry.

Ho talmente riempito la mia riserva di giorni e maschere che adesso posso e devo passare gli anni a pescare, a tirar su mostri dagli occhi di perla, coriacei, squamosi e con barbe marine, sommersi da lungo tempo nel mar dei Sargassi della mia immaginazione.

He pipes a world of snakes, Of sways and coilings, from the snake-rooted bottom Of his mind. (...)

Or music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.

This love is silent.

A prose that is altogether alive demands something of the reader that the ordinary novel reader is not prepared to give.

The River Unceasing appears to be just a line of water, flowing from here to there. Yet he is more. Much more. He is all that he is—including whatever hides beneath the surface.

I'm not built the way most people are and require more in this life to be laid plain before me than is common.

Humor is also a way of saying something serious.

A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything)

The essential advantage for a poet is not to have a beautiful world with which to deal; it is to be able to see beneath both beauty and ugliness; to see the boredom, and the horror, and the glory.

For most of us, there is only the unattended Moment, the moment in and out of time, The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight, The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts. from "The Dry Salvages

They don't understand what it is to be awake, To be living on several planes at once Though one cannot speak with several voices at once.

You can't understand me. It's not being alone That is the horror, to be alone with the horror. What matters is the filthiness. I can clean my skin, Purify my life, void my mind, But always the filthiness, that lies a little deeper . . .

But our own selves are like pearls, created by layer after layer of present laid over past until the original thing is completely hidden.

If you pull a single thread away it is just that—a single thread. I defy any man to read a tapestry from a solitary strand.

Once in a very long time you come across a book that is far, far more than the ink, the glue and the paper, a book that seeps into your blood.

You know, ogres only sound stupid. Most are pretty smart. And it's a shallow person who judges anyone by the way they sound. I'm so shallow I'm surprised I don't reflect myself.

Cornelia sank in romance until it reached her chin. All but her sense was submerged.

He plunged beneath the surface and knew that these were Elyon's waters, and his lake had no bottom.

What we see may deceive us - the skin may be deceptive - but there has to be one truth, right? It can't all just be a jumble of perceptions. So what really exists out there, beyond what we can see? We're so dependent on the surfaces of what we see. But if we could see past the skin of this world...

People tend to react to other people in wholesale rather than in detail, right? He's a minister, so I hate him. She's beautiful, so I like her. One month later you wake up and realize you have nothing in common with the woman.